Back in my Day: Reflections from a Crusty Old Bat
Thirty-one years ago, I graduated as a baby-nurse and sat my boards. This was back when a graduate nurse actually sat boards with two or three hundred of their closest friends from across the state in one large hall, and testing took two full days. The camaraderie was intense; it was a right of passage.
What's interesting is that in 31 years of continuous nursing in multiple environments, the ER is essentially the same, ICU is essentially the same, and med-surg is essentially the same.
What hasn't changed is new nurses floundering and wanting to quit within the first seven years.
Here's my suggestion to you youngsters either in school, or in your first few years of active practice:
Pay very close attention to what tripped your trigger in nursing school, no matter how seemingly insignificant at the time. Think about it: there was probably one little moment in clinicals where something surprised you and made you curious, and that "something" felt natural, even if it felt alien. Follow that gut instinct.
Thirty-one years later and my what I regret most is that I never became a CRNA. One of my fondest memories in nursing school was in OR. I thought I would be fascinated by the surgery itself, but, much to surprise, I instead pestered the anaesthesiologist the entire surgery. I eventually end up in a specialty that is somewhat closely related, but it took a long time to get there after I floundered around for several years.
I am at the end of my career, now, and it's been a really great run, but it could have been so much better if I'd paid attention to that tiny little spark from so long ago.
Best wishes to all the newbies, and, in the words of one of my professors, "go forth and do great things.”